Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Swans,
Brick,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.